“Nothing’s wrong, baby. I want to make love to you the satyr way, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
He lifted himself off the cot and marched to the supply cabinet.
Earlier, he’d seen medical supplies in there, and if he wasn’t mistaken there was a jar of Vaseline amongst it. It would have to do. When he turned back to her, the lubricant in his hands, Maya had turned onto her stomach. Gabriel sucked in a breath. She would be his undoing, for how would he ever make it out of bed in the next few hundred years with her by his side as his mate?
He let his gaze travel over the curve of her back, then over the soft swells of her round ass, before he followed her shapely legs. She had parted them slightly, allowing him to see the dark curls at their apex, curls that glistened with moisture. Her pink nether lips oozed with the seed he’d planted in her and he felt the urge to slide his cock back into her enticing channel so it would remain inside her. It was a silly thought because he knew his seed wouldn’t take hold in her. Even though –
hadn’t the witch said something about Satyr females being fertile? But there had been so much to take in that he wasn’t sure he’d heard right.
Without haste, he approached the cot and sat down at its edge. He wasn’t done admiring her beauty and counting his blessings. He’d been graced with the most amazing gift of his life: a woman who wanted him despite everything, despite the scar on his face, despite his two cocks and the dark desires they represented.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered and stroked his palm down the length of her naked back. “I wish I was a painter. I would paint you just like this.”
She turned her head to him and smiled. “I’d much rather you made love to me than paint me.” Then her eyes zeroed in on the jar in his hands. “Touch me.”
Gabriel inhaled deeply and dipped his finger into the lubricant. “I promise I’ll be as gentle as possible.”
Maya closed her eyes and sighed. When he slid his hand along her crack, her ass arched toward him, opening herself up to him. Helped by the lubrication, his finger ran smoothly down the incline until he reached the tight ring of muscle that guarded the entrance to her dark portal. He heard her suck in a breath when his finger lingered there.
Slowly he circled the bud, spreading the lubricant.
The thought of breaching the gate to this dark cave, made his body pump more blood into his cocks. He looked down at himself, where his twin cocks stood erect, eager to impale her. Ahead were previously unknown pleasures, and he felt nervousness creep into his skin. He didn’t want to hurt her. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Neither have I,” she confessed.
With barely noticeable pressure, he probed her dark hole and felt her ease toward him. The tip of his finger slipped past the tight muscle, gripping his digit tightly.
A low moan came from Maya, and he could only echo it. Never in his life had he felt anything this tight. Maya’s pussy had gripped him like a snug glove, but the knowledge that she would soon squeeze him even tighter left him breathless. He wouldn’t last. His cock would not survive this delight for longer than ten seconds. And maybe it was good that way – he wouldn’t subject her to this ordeal for too long. He still didn’t believe that she really wanted this as much as he did. More likely she allowed him this dark treat because she wanted him and wouldn’t deny him.
He drove his finger deeper into her, giving her time to adjust to the invasion.
“More,” she whispered, her voice clouded with passion, hoarse. Her encouragement eradicated his worry that she was hurting, and he slid deeper until his finger was lodged inside her as far as it would go. Then slowly he eased back out, took another dollop of lubrication and pressed back in.
Now Maya was panting heavily, her hips flexing, forcing him inside her faster than before. “Yes!”
Her enthusiasm wasn’t lost on him. Did she actually like this? His heart swelled as she fell into a rhythm, alternatively pushing her ass back, then pulling forward, so his finger would thrust back and forth inside her. When he recognized that she wanted more, he took charge and finger-fucked her pretty ass the way she demanded it: with long, deep strokes that increased in speed as her breathing became short and shallow.
When she demanded more, he eased a second finger into her, stretching her wider. He couldn’t tear himself away from the erotic sight. As his fingers disappeared inside her dark portal, his own heart reached a fever pitch, his cocks oozed pre-cum in anticipation, and his entire body tingled pleasantly.
But he couldn’t wait any longer. He shifted and knelt behind her between her spread thighs. “Get on your hands and knees,” he coaxed her and slipped his fingers out of her before he pulled her ass into his groin.
Gabriel once again helped himself to the lubricant and spread it over his upper cock, before he placed it at her entrance. His lower cock was already poised at her pussy, ready to enter her. Her honey teased the head of his hard shaft, promising him pleasure beyond his wildest imagination.
With one hand he held onto her hip, with the other he guided his cock as he pressed forward. Almost without effort his tip disappeared inside her, pushing past the tight ring.
“Oh God,” she panted.
“Too much?” He was ready to pull out if he caused her pain.
She merely shook her head and eased back toward him, taking him deeper. His lower cock slipped inside her pussy without resistance while his upper one pressed forward. Inside her, he could feel both his cocks rub against
